Johnlock Challenge - 15/100. ''Silence''If John wasn't currently in serious danger of having acid splashed onto him, he would have laughed at the sheer terror in Sherlock's eyes. For what John could imagine to be the first time in his life, Sherlock looked absolutely lost and afraid. Now, one would say that John was being harsh and possibly overly sadistic, but John found it so amusing because Sherlock could do nothing about it but try to keep that big god-damned mouth of his closed.Johnlock Challenge - 15/100. ''Silence''2 years ago in Romance
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Yes, readership. Sherlock Always-has-to-have-the-last-word Holmes lost his bloody voice. Oh, it was Christmas!
John chuckled and yelped when a rather hard pillow was thrown into his face. "Jesus, okay! Sherlock, I'm sorry. But there's nothing I can do for you but give you losangers. This is what you get for never shutting up oomph! Okay, yeah, I deserved that one too, kind of."
Sherlock huffed from where he was perched in his seat, looking away in annoyance. John had to stop himself from cooing at the pout adorning hi
Glass and BandagesGlass and Bandages3 years ago in Romance
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"Ow! John, that hurt!" Sherlock yelled and whined at John.
So this is what it had come to, Sherlock thought bitterly. The world's only consulting detective, and one of its most brilliant inhabitants, reduced to a whinging, screaming child, just because of a few injuries. Specifically, glass in his feet. He felt so pathetic and weak.
John eyed him at these words, slight amusement etched into his raised eyebrow and subtle grin as he pulled another shard of glass from his friend's right foot (luckily, his left one had gone unscathed). He had been doing this for nearly an hour, and it hadn't been a pleasant affair for either one of them, he could tell you that much. Let's just say that picking glass out of his friend's dirty and bloody foot was not exactly his idea of a satisfying Saturday morning. And as if doing this wasn't unpleasant enough, every time he had removed a piece, it had always either resulted in Sherlock clenching his teeth, fists, or jaw, crying out in pain, yelli
Yes, Damn itLately Sherlock had taken to sending John little quizzes and riddles and tests, apparently in an attempt to sharpen his mind. He was constantly pestering him with cryptic texts, many of which John refused to bother with anymore because his brain felt like mush from solving the last one. Still, he had to admit it was kind of fun. He found himself almost anticipating the next challenge, and growing a bit more competitive, trying to work it out faster each time to beat his own record. The fact that Sherlock would even ask him to try and match wits with him was almost like a compliment, although it usually turned out as an excuse to be impatient with him. He was getting better at it, although many times it seemed that Sherlock was irritated with him even when he got the right answer. He hadn’t decided if there was really something else he was missing, of if Sherlock just couldn’t stand to admit he’d gotten something right.Yes, Damn it3 years ago in Romance
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